The Marlboro democrat. [volume] (Bennettsville, S.C.) 1882-1908, 1887-05-11
DOING WASHING.

~ shall charge seycnty-Gyc cents for
that Swiss muslin dress, with the
louncos and Tho lace insertion,n said
Rosamond Rayforth, rs sho shook out
y white, fluffy mass,and pinned it dcftly
on u limo which was stretched from u
silver-blrch tree TO q tall, young noun
tain-ash. "It's worth more than that,
but these fashionable ladies arc SO
distressingly parsimonious in their
ideas ~
The orange glow OF the sunrise was
Just flinging its sheaf Of rcddening
arrows across the wooded side of Spice
berry Mountain; the birds were whist
ling their mating songs, and tho hidden
waters Of Spiceberry Creek were swirl
ing with merry music around the
ognarled treo-roots aud moss-covercd
Soulders that obtruded themselves
across its current.
Tbc wild clematis and rank fox-grapc
vines that had wreathcd themselves
pctnlosquoly above the deserted
charcoal-burncr's cabin wcrc fluttering
their tendrils in tho morning breeze;
and the fire Of dead sticks was cracking
bravely under a huge kettle, where
Miss ltayforth's second tubful of clothes
was already boiling like a witch's
cauldron.
For she and Clara Seton, her room
mate at college, had come up here
before the dawn had unfurlcd its pearly
banners, kindled their fire and gone
braycly to work .,y].
X doesn't it seem ridiculous - said
Rosamond, as she sorted out half a
dozen or SO of sheer linen pocket
handkerchicfs, and plunged them up
and down in the bluing-pail 'sLast
night, you and were waltzlng IN the
ballroom with those two young army
officers, this morning we are getting
out our wash. Just hand mo Il few of
those clothes-pins, Clara, please How
romance and reality do jostlc one
another in this world, to-bc-s,,re
These llandkcrchiefs will dry directly.
nc sun touches them, and then we can
have The lines for tho large articles.
Are yon sure the starch isn't lumpy.
Clara? Miss Clvcndish is 80 very
Particular about her lawn wrappers.
And how arc tho irons heating up %
Clara Seton, who had just fnis he'd
coiling up her inky-black hair, and had
transliAod it with u long shell pin,
pccpcd iato an impromptu furnace OF
charcoal that glowcd under the slopo Of
q prodigious rock, before which half 4
dozen flatirons were set Oh ond.n
They'll be in prime order in half an
hour,'' said she. ''Do you SUPPOSE.
Rosy. they'll be there tonight again 2,'
"rho flatirons 2"
mo, tho army onicers.'
Most likoly,'' said Rosamond. viii
y clothes-pin in hor mouth. as She stood
on tptoe to.hang q runlcd pctticoat to
The breeze. 81 heard them ask Flora
Foster il we were staying at the Noun
tain House."
"OG, did you? And what did she
say2u
'Sle said she believed we were camp-
ing ont somewhere. I"
80 wo are" said Clara, laughing.
And sho added-tho dear gossipy
lite thing that we wcro artists, who
spent most Of our time in skotching.
There, Clara, tho clothes-lines are full
at last. Won adjourn long enough to,
drink our cold coffee and cat somo
n
bread and milk. Oh yes wo'ro camp
ing ont-thcrc can't be any mistake
about that" she went on, with a laugh,
rs tbo two girls sat down in the shade
oi Nc hazel bushes to partako Of their
Simple morning meal. "1'ut often
wo'Mcr what the Mountain House